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British Butler

Chapter 9: My Butler, His Truths

"Alright! This is what we're gonna do guys! Tino, you watch my back. Berwald, you watch my back. Emil, we send you in as bait and Lukus, you watch my back also!"

The shorter blonde, Tino slowly raised his hand with a timid smile on his face. This caught the other's attention, a rather large grin spreading across the Dane's face. "Yes, you there! Tino!"

"What exactly will you be doing?" he asked. "I mean, you can't just let us do the dirty work."

"I'm gonna start the fire, duh," Matthias rolled his eyes. "Besides, it's the coolest job to do. The rest is laaaame!"

Lukus grabbed the other by the scarf that was hanging around his neck, effectively choking the other. "Shut up," he coolly said. "Your voice is annoying. And we're not doing anything tonight. If I am correct, Master Bonnefoy wants us to do the job at a full moon which is tomorrow by midnight."

Matthias choked, flailing his arms as he tried to pry the other's grip from around his neck. Lukus sighed, letting the scarf go and effectively allowing the other to breath. Matthias dramatically fell to the ground, wheezing and speaking nonsense about the 'lack of love' in the group.

"Why a full moon?" Emil curiously asked. "Isn't that when those mutts come out?"

"If I knew any better, I'd say Mr. Bonnefoy's trying to kill his family and us as well," Tino said with a thoughtful frown.

"That'll be messed up," Matthias groaned, standing to his feet. "Why the hell would he do that? That's so stupid. Besides, Gil said he was good people."

"He can say one thing," Tino argued back. "You know how cunning Gilbert can be. They don't call him 'The Joker of the Night' for nothing."

"Yeah yeah," Matthias waved the other off. "What ever you say, shrimp."

Tino growled before being cut off by Berwald.

"'e ne'd to f'nd a pl'ce to 'atch," he mumbled before jumping off of a very high building.

"I agree with Berwald," Lukus nodded firmly. "We need to watch our targets throughout the rest of the night and all day tomorrow. I wish that Frenchman would have come to us earlier so that we could have more time to learn their routine." Jumping off the building after the other, Lukus landed with swiftness, jumping high into the trees in the woods in the direction of the manor.

"Ah, guys wait up!" Tino called after them, following suite. Emil was about to take off too until a strong grasp stopped him. He looked back to see Matthias who had a small smile on his face.

Emil groaned, looking sharply with his red eyes glowing in the moonlight. "What do you want?" he asked in agitation.

"Maybe we can stop by a bar or something to grab some booze first," Matthias suggested. "Don't worry, I won't tell your big bro anything!"

"We have a job to do and you're worried about drinking," Emil blankly said. They both had a small stare-off before Emil sighed. "You're such an idiot. If we weren't immortal, I would have killed you right about now." With that, he wrapped his cloak tighter around himself before going after the others.

"What?" Matthias shouted after him. "Kill me? You're hilarious!" Taking off after the younger, Matthias laughed. "And I wasn't thinking about alcohol! You guys need to loosen up a little!"

In the shadows of the near the woods, a rather large beast, more like a huge dog, growled as he lowered himself to the ground as trying not to be seen. His chocolate brown fur was blended in well with the background so spotting him wouldn't be so easy.

"Fretello," another hound whined beside the other.

"Not now, bastard," he growled. "Don't you see that I'm busy!"

"Wahhh! Don't yell at me, please!" the redheaded hound whimpered, covering his head with his paws. "I'm sorry! I was just wondering why we stopped here when we could be hunting!"

The other rolled his eyes, turning fully towards his brother with a frown. "Did you not just hear that?" he calmly asked. "They're planning on attacking the manor!"

"Really? Why?" Feliciano asked, tilting his head with his ears down on the side of his face. "Why would they do that?"

"I have no idea," Lovino said. "But it isn't good. We have to watch those blood sucking bastards. They said something about attack tomorrow at midnight. That'll give us enough time to tell Arthur and get back up."

Turning and walking off, Feliciano blinked after his brother. "Wait, will we be fighting?" he asked.

"Only if we have to," Lovino growled lightly before running off.

Feliciano just sat there, his tail whipping behind him. "Wait! Fretello! Wait for me!"

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Alfred lie in his bed, hands folded across his chest as he laid there, mind rolling. What Arthur just told him was indeed overwhelming, especially for a young boy his age. Every question he asked was answered. Even the once that weren't voiced was too. Slowly raising his hand in front of his face in the darkness, Alfred replayed what Arthur told him in his mind.

"Alfred," Arthur said, taking a pause. His eyebrows furrowed in agitation, not at all ready to tell the boy what he really was. He didn't want the lad to think differently of him, but he knew the other would have found out eventually. He was a smart boy and it would have taken not time before he placed the pieces together on his own.

"Arthur?" Alfred said, pulling on his butler's sleeve. Arthur looked down at him. His blue eyes were begging and pleading him for an explanation. How can he tell a seven year old that he wasn't exactly human?

"Alfred, what I'm about to tell you is really important. You have to be a big boy and take it okay?"

"I'm a big boy, Arthur," Alfred said, trying to put on a brave face.

Arthur sighed, running his fingers through his messy hair. Pulling at the roots, he exhaled, slowly opening his eyes that were now glowing red. They shone in the moonlight, causing Alfred to gasp in awe and wonder. Arthur's fangs slowly revealed themselves from under his upper lip, the pearly white needles also glistening in the light.

Alfred tilted his head slightly, observing them closely.

"You see lad," Arthur began, slowly but surely. "I am not…exactly human."

Alfred blinked at first and then a small smile graced across his face.

"I know!" he said.

Arthur blinked in disbelief. "You…know?" he questioned. Alfred nodded sharply, excitedly to be exact.

"I always knew you weren't Arthur! Since I was three, I could see all kinds of weird stuff. Feliciano isn't human either and so is Lovino!"

"Really now?" Arthur said in bewilderment. "…you're not afraid of me?"

"Why would I be?" Alfred said with a soft smile. "You've treated me and took care of me better than my own papa has. I feel safe with you. You're my friend Arthur…I know you wouldn't hurt me."

Arthur's eyes softened with a smile of his own appearing. He pulled the young blonde on his lap, rocking slowly. He placed his chin on the top of the other's head, a tear slowly slipping down his cheek.

"I'm so happy you don't see me as a monster," he started to repeat over and over again. But the last of his words is what confused Alfred.

"Please forgive me…"

Alfred blinked when a tapping noise interrupted hi. He blinked, quickly scooting out of the bed and headed towards the window. A wolf the size of a large truck sat outside his window, pawing innocently at the glass. His red fur shone in the moonlight, brown eyes big and innocent. It was Feliciano.

"I can't let you in unless you change back," Alfred whispered. The wolf whimpered, slowly changing back into his human form. Stark naked, Feliciano ran to the window, scratching at it frantically.

"Vee~ let me in! It's freezing out here! I think I'm about to die!"

"Hold on," Alfred said with a giggle, opening the glass door. Feliciano stepped in, shaking his body like he had fur and grinned at the boy.

"Gratzi bambino~" he chirped, receiving the clothes from the boy. Alfred grinned, looking around.

"Where's Lovino?" he asked.

"Oh, fretello went to go stalk some scary people," Feliciano said, shaking in fear. "It was scary! They were so scary! I didn't want to follow them anymore but fretello threatened to beat me to the inch of my life! I got so scared that the first chance I had when he looked away, I ran!"

Alfred giggled at his servant. Yup, that was Feliciano.

"What scary man?" Alfred asked curiously.

"It's nothing to worry about," Feliciano said with a assuring smile, handing Alfred back the blanket once he was dressed. "You should be heading to bed now. You have a very big day tomorrow."

Alfred nodded his head hesitantly and walked over to his bed. "Okay," he said crawling under the covers. "Good night Feliciano."

"Good night, master~" Feliciano said before stepping out of the room. Alfred laid there for a minute before allowing his eyes to slowly close. The other was right. He had to rest up for the next day.

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He had to remain calm. At least until he heard the door click behind him. Still holding that smile he was giving Alfred, the door clicked behind Feliciano, engulfing him in the quietness of the mansion. He stood there for a minute with that same smile frozen on his face. His heart was pounding against his ribcage and his mind raced a hundred miles per second.

He slowly opened his mouth, collecting air into his lungs and-

"ARTHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR!" he screamed, racing rapidly down the hallway. Lights to rooms turned on, Roderick storming out of his room with Elizeveta following after him, trying desperately to hold her clothes together. Roderick's own clothes were a bit askew but Feliciano's mind didn't process that. He was too busy panicking.

"What is the meaning of all of this shouting!?" Roderick snapped angrily. "Don't you know that our master as well as the whole damn manor's asleep!?"

"Where's Arthur? I need to talk to him!" Feliciano panicked, crying. "I need to see him now!"

"Why don't you calm down and tell us what happened?" Elizeveta calmly said, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"But I can't!" Feliciano whimpered. "Fretello told me to only tell Arthur.

"Tell me what exactly?" Arthur's voice startled everyone. The blonde had a teacup in his hand, a hard scowl of irritation on his face. Feliciano sniffed, lip trembling before he tackled the butler. Arthur gasped at the sudden impact, dropping his cup which shattered on the floor.

"You bloody git! That was my favorite teacup! What the hell in the meaning of this?"

"It's awful!" Feliciano cried out, burying his face in Arthur's jacket. "Fretello and I saw some scary men in the alley back in town. They were plotting to take over tomorrow around midnight! They said that they were gonna kill us all and I don't want to die!"

"Bollocks! It this true?" Arthur exclaimed while Roderick and Elizeveta gasped.

"It is!" Feliciano cried out, completely forgetting the other two who knew nothing about what he really was standing there. "We were out hunting when we head them! Well, fretello heard them, I was taking a poop!"

"Uh…outside?" Roderick question.

"And why were you hunting?" Elizeveta asked also.

"Everyone, be quiet," Arthur firmly said. They all fell silent. They others tried to hear but only Arthur could hear it. The scuffling of feet.

"What is it?" Roderick asked.

"Hush," Arthur hissed. Not awhile after, everyone else began to hear footsteps also. Being that the house was huge with a high ceiling and wide walls, the sound of someone walking on the roof was barely audible but was still heard softly as it bounced off of the walls.

"I-Is someone trying to break into the house?" Elizeveta asked.

"No," Arthur said. "But we do rather have guests over. Roderick, why don't you and Elizeveta go someplace safe for now? Feliciano, come with me."

"What?" Feliciano cried out, shaking. "Why me? Why can't I protect the pretty lady?"

"Because I said so," Arthur snapped. "Besides," he leaned in closer to the Italian. "You wouldn't want to put Roderick in danger. He's merely a human you see. Plus I need your nose and swiftness just in case they try to attack."

"I don't know," Feliciano sounded doubtful. "Running outside chasing complete strangers seems reckless to me, vee~."

Arthur wore a deadpanned expression before shaking his head. "Fine," he said. "If one of them slips by and get into this house, you'd have to fight them alone."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked towards the front door. Feliciano whimpered, looking back at the couple. Elizeveta smiled while Roderick scowled. Feliciano blinked as what Arthur said finally sank in.

"Ah! Wait! Don't leave me here by myself! I-"

Crash!

Elizevta screamed, Roderick shielding her from the falling glass. A rather large axe landed right in front of them, engraving itself in the floor. A tall figure jumped through the hole in the glass on the ceiling, landing in front of the couple swiftly. He slowly stood up, turning towards them. His eyes slowly opened, revealing ruby red irises. A grin slowly crept on his handsome face, a chuckle leaving his throat.

Arthur quickly turned, Feliciano meeping and hiding behind the other.

"That's one of them!" he whimpered. "That one of them, Arthur!"

"Well, well," the Dane said with a hand on his hip. "I wasn't expecting a meal! You people are to generous really."

"Sod off!" Roderick said, standing in front of his beloved. "You are not welcomed here, I'm afraid. So if you don't mind leaving-"

"As a matter of fact, I do mind," the other growled. "You're annoying. I guys you'll be my first meal."

Snatching the large axe out of the ground, the Dane slowly advanced towards the two. Arthur slowly reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked like needle darts. With a coy grin, he flung with at rapid speed, like bullets.

As the needles headed towards their targets, the Dane blocked them off with a quick motion. Arthur side-stepped, digging into his pockets before flinging more. He jumped high in the air and made them rain down on the other. Feliciano grabbed both Roderick and Elizeveta's hands, leading them to safety.

The Dane jumped in the air as well, swinging his axe at Arthur. Jumping off of the wall with a grunt, Arthur launched himself at his attacker, butter knives in hand. Matthias licked his lips also launching himself towards the other.

A loud cling on metal against metal rang against the wall. Pushing off from each other, they both landed swiftly on their feet, panting. Matthias had a huge grin on his face while Arthur scowled.

"So, you must be Arthur then," the Dane as cockily. "Looks like I've hit the jackpot. Guess what? We were gonna attack you guys tomorrow but we decided, why not now."

"What?" Arthur's eyes grew, heart racing. A dark chuckle was heard in the shadows. In the corner of his eye, Arthur could see Oliver standing there with a watch in his head.

"Three…two…one," he purred.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The clock chimed. With every chime, Arthur's heart stopped. His eyes grew in realization. This was the night…but how…?

"You lied to me!" Arthur snapped. The laughter bounced off the walls. Arthur's teeth gritted in anger, his eyes flashing. "Oliver!"

"Whoa, man. Talking to your imagination's kind of weird," Matthias said with a chuckle. "Wow, I'm fighting someone who's loose in the brain. You should be easy to get rid of."

Arthur completely ignored the taller blonde, looking around him. Everything was now becoming a reality. What was he to do? Before Arthur knew it, one of the windows broke again. This time, a lean blonde with a curl came in. as soon as he landed, he ran with lightning speed towards the direction of Alfred's room.

"No," Arthur's face lost all color. "Alfred ! No!"

Before he could take off, Matthias flung his axe at the other. Being caught of guard, the axe pinned Arthur to the wall. He tried to break free, but the damned thing had him pinned good. His heart was racing in fear. He had to get to Alfred!

"There's no way you're getting out of this fight so easy, peasant," Matthias growled. A sinister smile came across his face as his eyes literally glowed, his teeth becoming sharper. "The only way you can get out of this is through death. Let's see you take down the King of the Night!"

=Note= I had to leave it hanging there. Oh, so we're getting to the good stuff. Just to let you know, I changed the time of the attacks for a reason. The Nordic Five vampires play by their own rules. They're ordered to do one thing but they do stuff to their liking. That and I just couldn't wait to get to the good stuff. Epic fights are happening here. It won't be to long before this story comes to an end. But don't worry, it's only the ending of book one!

Where's Francis you ask? He's coming in the next chapter. And poor Alfred! And yes, Felciano and Lovino are werewolves. Elizeveta and Roderick are not aware of this…yet anyways. Well, thanks for reading and review if you please!